As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
William ShakespeareRead
Eternity was in our lips and eyes,_x000D_ _x000D_ Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor_x000D_ _x000D_ But was a race of heaven.
Interpretation
The quote expresses the idea that love brings a sense of eternity and bliss to our lives.
In this excerpt from Shakespeare, love is depicted as a profound and transcendent experience. The imagery suggests that within the brief moments shared between lovers, there exists a timeless quality that elevates their existence, making even their smallest actions feel divine and connected to a heavenly essence. It speaks to the transformative power of love, which imbues ordinary life with extraordinary significance.
In practice
During a wedding toast, one can refer to this quote to highlight the eternal nature of love.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
Of two hearts one is always warm and one is always cold: the cold heart is more precious than diamonds: the warm heart has no value and is thrown away.
Love of Allah is the power of the heart, the sustenance of the heart, the light of the heart.
She had grown older. And he loved her more now than he had loved her when he understood her better, when she was the product of her parents. What she was now was what she herself had decided to become.
But thou, through good and evil, praise and blame,_x000D_ _x000D_ Wilt not thou love me for myself alone?_x000D_ _x000D_ Yes, thou wilt love me with exceeding love,_x000D_ _x000D_ And I will tenfold all that love repay;_x000D_ _x000D_ Still smiling, though the tender may reprove,_x000D_ _x000D_ Still faithful, though the trusted may betray.
Love, the life-giving garden of this world.
Everything hurts, every single thing including the weight of him and I'm crying because it hurts and he's telling me he's sorry over and over again, and I figure somewhere down the track we'll work out the right way of doing this but I don't want to let go, because tonight I'm not looking for anything more than being a part of him. Because being a part of him isn't just anything. It's kind of everything.
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